A few months ago I took my five-year-old son, Henry, clamming in Hallocks Bay for the first time. The water ran clear and cool in the shallows as we waded out beyond the prickly cordgrass and the mussels that hold the bank. I lowered the scratch rake to the bottom and began digging, listening for the clunk a clam makes amidst the rattle of stones. Minutes later we had a chowder. Henry reached in past the rake’s teeth and grabbed it. “We’re going to eat this one, Dad,” he told me excitedly as he wiped mud from its shell. Under a bright June sun, my eyes refocused and I caught sight of our reflections rippling below—silhouettes on the surface of the bay. read more »
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